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Sounds so classic. Reminds me how much I still love classic British and American poetry. Not that I never loved the ones from other countries; just that I never got to read them. Sometimes I feel that a poem should be framed and put on the living room wall just above the furnace. where the shadow of the flames loves to hide.

Today, your email brought me to your writing. Writing so strong and sweet and biting that it brought tears to my eyes.The last entry over a year ago...Why did you stop? Where have you been? Please.... come back.

GRIND IT UP AND SPIT IT OUT, THEY SAID

Eat Your Words

"I know we're not saints or virgins or lunatics; we know all the lust and lavatory jokes, and most of the dirty people; we can catch buses and count our change and cross the roads and talk real sentences. But our innocence goes awfully deep, and our discreditable secret is that we don't know anything at all, and our horrid inner secret is that we don't care that we don't."— Dylan Thomas